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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ mead, thinkin’—sex-dating’s a game I’d ace. I’d charm ‘em, smirkin’, “I’m a god, you’ll kneel eventually.” But nah, humans fuck it up—ghostin’ after a shag, or worse, catchin’ feelings. Annoys me to death—pick a lane, ya twats! Happy tho, when it works—two souls crashin’, raw like Ennis and Jack on that mountain. “Ain’t no reins on this one,” eh? Pure fire, that’s the good shit.

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Bierstadt shared this technique of juxtaposing a landscape perspective and close-up detail with Frederic Church, who painted birds and flowers.

Oh, and parks—man, check out Lindenpark! Perfect for chillin’, relaxin’, and reminiscing ‘bout life. I once had an impromptu face-off with my own thoughts there, just sittin’ under a tree, gettin’ lost in the breeze and one of those “The Return” vibes, like “what’s real, brother?” It was surreal. And by the Bierbach river, I got soaked in the rain but also in the spirit of life—always flowin’ and intense.

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